How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

"So that's how it is. I thought I was sick." He had already figured out in his mind what kind of illness he might have.

The feeling was so uncomfortable that he even wanted to see blood.

Asan couldn't help but soften when he thought of Song Wenjing's second fever period.

After all... they have to mate.

Asan instructed, "Sir Wen Jing, I will spend the next few days at home with you. After the second premonition period is over, we will go to register, okay?"

He couldn't wait any longer, but...minors couldn't register. Otherwise, Asan and Song Wenjing would have gone to register long ago.

"Okay." Song Wenjing agreed.

Song Wenjing said gently, "When you spar with Lieutenant General Ainon in the future, you must be careful about your behavior, understand?"

"If you get hurt...I'll be heartbroken~."

If the hard way doesn't work, then try the soft way.

Song Wenjing said that he is adaptable.

It is an irrational action to confront the protagonist.

Asan was obviously stunned for a moment, and finally said in a low voice: "Master, don't worry, I know my limits." Anyway, we will just have to act according to circumstances when the time comes.

Inon might have wanted to kill him for a long time.

Thinking back to the first time he met Inoun, Asan could no longer think of why he hated him so much. He only knew that he had to get rid of Inoun.

Otherwise, he would have an uncomfortable feeling in his head, and a voice would tempt him to kill Ainon. That voice disturbed Asan and made his temper more and more irritable.

He had no choice but to knock Inoun down in the name of sparring. Sure enough, he guessed correctly, as long as he knocked Inoun down in the name of sparring, the sound disappeared.

But... within a month, the voice appeared again. He was puzzled.

Asan looked up a lot of information, but couldn't figure out why. If he had the chance, he would definitely kill that voice.

Later on, it became a habit to exchange ideas with each other!

He almost died at the hands of Inoun several times. When he was on the verge of death, a voice in his heart told him that he must survive.

Asan didn't know why he wanted to live until Song Wenjing appeared. Then he realized that the insect he had been waiting for had finally come.

Song Wenjing lifted Asan's clothes. Asan immediately stepped back a meter reflexively, protecting his clothes with both hands, and said in a firm tone:

"Sir Wen Jing... not yet... could you please wait a moment?"

Song Wenjing said helplessly: "What are you thinking about? I just want to see if you are hurt. If you are hurt, I will help you apply medicine." He is not a pervert, so how could he be so anxious?

Just let things take their course!

"Ah! So that's it!" Asan's tone revealed a bit of disappointment. It turned out that she didn't want to mate with him.

Asan looked at Song Wenjing with a look of grievance.

Song Wenjing couldn't stand this kind of look from him the most. "Okay, okay, let me see if there are any injuries." He picked up the ointment that he had prepared long ago.

Signaling Asan to take off his clothes.

"Oh~." Asan took off his shirt obediently.

Song Wenjing took a look and found that Asan's skin was not injured at all. Song Wenjing looked at his back without giving up.

Asan’s back is very smooth, without any scars, and it feels... pretty good to the touch (≧?≦*).

Asan caught a glimpse of the infatuation in Song Wenjing's eyes, and he said proudly: "Sir Wenjing, female insects have strong healing abilities." As he spoke, he straightened his back, as if he wanted Song Wenjing to see more clearly.

Song Wenjing felt like a fish longing for water.

call……

Calm down...calm down.

Song Wenjing helped Asan put on his clothes, "Ahem... put on your clothes."

Asan didn't move when he heard that, but looked at Song Wenjing with a smile, waiting for Song Wenjing to help him put on his clothes.

Song Wenjing knew what he was thinking, but didn't say anything. Instead, he patiently helped him put on his clothes.

Ahem... the buttons were a little hard to button, so I accidentally touched Asian's skin. And then... the two insects' skins turned as pink as blooming peach blossoms.

After a while, Asan ate the pastries made by Song Wenjing and leaned on Song Wenjing's shoulder with a look of enjoyment.

Song Wenjing was reading a book on the side, and from time to time he asked Asan what the contents of the book meant.

At night, Song Wenjing felt extremely hot as soon as he lay down on the bed after taking a shower, as if he was a hungry and thirsty passerby walking in the desert.

Huh~ Is the second fever period for male insects always this uncomfortable? It's like drinking a strong aphrodisiac.

As soon as the system came back, it saw the host with a rosy face, shouting that it was so hot, and was now tearing off her pajamas. The system only saw mosaics on the host's body.

[Host, your second fever has arrived. Hurry and find the villain.] What's all this?! You've just returned and you're already worrying about this and that.

"Villain...? Villain? What...why should I look for a villain?" Song Wenjing was sweating all over, and he had a slight urge to find Asan.

system:[…….]

[Go find your wife. She didn't come to help you during your second fever. Are you trying to hold it in until you explode?] This kind of thing is intolerable.

"Wife...Wife..." Song Wenjing stumbled to open the door and went to Asan's room.

Asan in the room seemed to hear something, and he stood up to open the door.

The next second, Song Wenjing fell into his arms, "Sir Wenjing...you..."

Seeing this, Asan picked up Song Wenjing and brought him to the bed. At this time, Song Wenjing's clothes only covered his lower body.

"Asian...it's so hot...uncomfortable..." Song Wenjing pressed Asian under him in a daze, with his cheek pressed against Asian's neck.

At this time, Song Wenjing felt a little relieved, but... a minute later Song Wenjing was no longer satisfied.

After a while, a voice was heard in the room.

……

Song Wenjing woke up the next day. There was nutrient solution on the cabinet beside the bed. After Song Wenjing took it and drank it, he immediately frowned.

"Sir Wen Jing, please don't drink the nutrient solution. Let me cook for you!" Asan hugged Song Wenjing's waist from behind and suggested.

Song Wenjing shook his head and said, "Forget it. Rather than eating first, I think I should consider my health first."

That hot feeling came again.

Song Wenjing handed Asan a dose of nutrient solution. Asan took it with trembling hands, drank it fearfully, and then handed it to Song Wenjing.

Still...still coming?

Asan felt that S-level female insects also needed rest, and he felt like he had not slept at all.